#ouughhghh

[toothextractions]

ok i played games for a while but i’m still thinking abt mike and mal. in my little fantasy world they’re holding each other and reassuring each other that everything is going to be okay. in my made up pretend world they’re healing together and growing together. i’m going to be physically ill

[ratcandy]

ok. im normal

OUGH

[see-what-sticks]

NEED. a cory plush so bad please god i need to slam his head on the wall for 30 minutes straight (/loving so loving)

[frogmoisturethief]

ouughhghh marriage

[louarnn-art]

tachibana....nishitani.... ouughhghh yuri

[splendidcyan]

BAD BATCH SEASON 3 LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO my baby daghter ouughhghh they took her hair product (it was hunter's) :(((((

totally ended up not liking the painting btu WHATEVER im here 2 celebrate my fave clones returning

[the-dawnburnt-captain]

i NEED TO DRAW THE FL OC/SONA REFERENCES ouughhghh

[xxrabiesxx]

MY PINS ARE HERE BUT I WONT GET HOME FOR LIKE ANOTHER 5 HOURS OUUGHHGHH .....

[qerberus]

Wasn't planning on posting anything yet but... Comuniterm Ouughhghh u(@_@u)

[dagdasgodslayer]

Okay responding....... SO FACT ABOUT ME IS.... I have meant to get into the SMT series for years and it just hasn't happened due to various things thus I am not well versed in the guys. However, so far I really like Nanashi he's such a fun dude and just... ugh is it okay if I get more general?? BC I love all the heart you put into each and every one of your muses. I love reading all your posts on speculations, or source observations and I also admire your creativity with adapting them to work with other verses! I wish I have better words but yeah just keep on keepin' on, I'm so glad to have you as an rp partner and as one of my best friends! <3

OUUGHHGHH THANK YOU WILLOW..... compliments from you mean the world to me bc of how much thought and care you put into ALL of your blogs & characters???? i love reading your deep dives & headcanons & listening to you rattle off the DEEPER LORE and even getting to rant with you about the way dsilliam is a better character than his canon interpretation in f.naf KFSDJKDS;;;; ilysm and i'm so glad to have you as an rp partner and best friend too ;_____;

(ALSO YOU ARE SO VALID!!!! i wont lie i finished my first smt game like. a few years back (i'd always been more into persona and thought s.mt was too hard since im a terrible gamer but it is SO worth it to get into the series). and it, of course, was s.mt iv: apocalypse FKJKSDFK;;; tbh if you're interested in the series i highly recommend apocalypse or s.mt iv as your first entry!!! i'm so glad you enjoy my funny lil guy(TM) ;w;)

[peapod20001]

84!!!!!!

[mulchpuppies]

i love all design interpretations of john as long as he looks like the polite christian boy he is meant to be

[jawsandbones]

She hides behind the third stack of hay, he knows. He starts climbing at the first, making it to the top to peer over. He sees the first wisps of her dark hair. Straw pokes and scrapes him but Carver doesn’t make a peep. In fact, the greatest threat to giving himself away is the giggles which make his insides feel squiggly. He presses his hand over his mouth as he carefully pads along, forcing himself to breathe evenly and begging himself not to snort. She’s definitely going to scream. Her face always gets red like a tomato after being scared. Carver slinks forward, and very carefully peers over the edge. Down below, Marian is crouching, counting out small bits of coin and other trinkets.

“Hey!” Carver shouts, causing her to scramble upwards, “you’re stealing again! Mom told you not to! I’m gonna tell!” The shape of the straw is imprinted on his elbows and knees as he pushes himself up and away.

“Get back here Carver,” Marian growls from behind him, launching herself over and after him. It isn’t fair, really. She got to be born first. Bigger, stronger, longer legs catch up with him and she snatches up his wrist, drags him back before he can get even close to the entrance of the barn. “Promise you won’t tell!”

“No!” Carver uses his free hand to push against hers, small feet stamping at her legs. “I’m going to tell and you’re going to get in trouble and I’m going to be the one who told!”

“You can’t tell mom! You have to promise or I won’t let you go,” Marian says, shaking him slightly, her other fist hard on her hip. “You don’t understand. I’m doing it for the family.”

“I don’t care,” Carver says, stepping forward, bobbing on his feet, and chomping his teeth down around her arm.

“Fuck!”

“M’elln’uswore!” Marian’s fingers pinch around the shell of his ear, and she tugs at him until he lets go, screaming all the while.

“Promise you won’t tell!”

“No! I’m telling, you’re going to be in so much trouble, I’m telling, I’m telling.”

“Just promise me Carver!”

“No!” Her fingernails dig into his wrist. His eyes snap closed as he feels it, the sudden burst of something breaking. Marian lets go of him, and Carver falls to his knees. She’s standing stone still over him, the blue of her eyes now seemingly shining brighter. The sun is hot on his skin but – Carver looks up, around them.

Every individual plank of wood has been ripped asunder, shards of it all now hanging in air all around them. They hover there, just as her hand hovers where she had just been holding him. There’s a ringing in his ears, and blood is beginning to drool from her nose. The tears well up in Carver’s eyes as he holds his reddened wrist. “Marian? What’s happening?” His warbling voice tugs her attention downwards, those bright eyes fixed on him. They grow wide, as Marian looks around them, her whole body beginning to tremble.

She dives forward, wrapping her arms around him, hiding him underneath her as she lets go of something she doesn’t understand. Wood falls like rain, splintering and heavy. She feels it slice against her skin, a large piece rattle off her skull. It covers the hay stacks, the grass outside. It falls off of her as she stands. The tears are rolling freely down his cheeks now as Marian presses a hand against the side of her head. Blood flows from a gash on her forehead. She mumbles words to herself as he begins to stumble forward through the wreckage. “…dad will… I’m not a… I don’t have it… he’ll know… fix…”

Carver watches his sister limp back towards his house, and through a vision swimming in tears, her shape twists into someone else.

[caracello]

i went to go play minecraft with my bf for like 4 hours but im still thinking abt touch averse hank . um i already hc him 2 b nonverbal (both bc he doesnt want to talk and also bc his lower jaw is. Gone) and them also being touch averse esp w all the shit theyve gone thru just makes me ouughhghh . kisses a knife and hands it to them